Watch the small, fragile body.
                          Watch the frozen stillness of intoxicating slumber.
                      Thick silhouette breathes against the window square.
                   The brown sky was midnight, and midnight was summer.
                                             Content is gold lights.
                      Content shimmers through the brilliant fog of dreams.
                                                     A soft hush.
                                                      Innocent.
                                            Everything was warm.
                                            Everything was silent.


                                      Watch the small, fragile body.
                                                       Defiant.
                                                      Unaware.
                                     Bare feet were pink and smooth,
                                 pressed against the opposing ground.
                                A sponge of the sun, it hums with heat.
                                                 Run, slender legs,
                                          along the slice of a breeze,
                                          away from things to come.
                                            Everything was natural.
                                              Everything was pure.


                                     Watch the small, fragile body.


                                                  Watch it fade.


                                              Watch current eyes,
                                                worn and weak,
                                   ache for sleep that never satisfies.
                                 Tormented by hope that reeks deceit.
                                  Passion continues to draw into itself.
                                        Hope whispers it will unfold...
                                                   nothing is rich
                                                           and
                                                   nothing is real.